Butterflies

I sit and wonder what I'll be,
And the butterflies of thought whisper in my mind.
A person of prose and poetry,
And the butterflies of dreams sail in my mind.
Serious and determined, leaving passions behind,
And the butterflies of ambition take off in my mind.

Where will I be when the winds blow by?
On what wings will I soar to the clouds?
Have I been born from a chrysalis shell?
What colors does my presonality show?

Inside and out, I eternally change,
And the butterflies of direction turn in my mind.
A person with doubt but inspiration divine,
And the butterflies of wisdom steady my mind.
Loving and caring, trying to fly,
And the butterflies of the self break through my mind.